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damned_institute2008-11-01 08:22 pm
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Nightshift 36: Main Hallway, 1- East
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No one here yet. That was promising as far as them reaching their intended destination before anyone else did, but not so promising in that it meant any number of things could be waiting for them just around the next corner. Brooklyn felt for the weapons at his side, though it wasn't necessary. He could tell they were there from the weight they added to his coat.
"Stick close," he advised. That wasn't necessary either. He knew Nate would do so regardless. At the very least it made him feel as though he had some control over things.
No one here yet. That was promising as far as them reaching their intended destination before anyone else did, but not so promising in that it meant any number of things could be waiting for them just around the next corner. Brooklyn felt for the weapons at his side, though it wasn't necessary. He could tell they were there from the weight they added to his coat.
"Stick close," he advised. That wasn't necessary either. He knew Nate would do so regardless. At the very least it made him feel as though he had some control over things.
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"To the end." Near bypassed the first stairwell, opting for the one one the far side. It would force them to backtrack a minimal amount, but it would also decrease the opportunity to be attacked from behind. The area around the Sun Room had been particularly dangerous, and thus Near wanted to avoid it as much as possible.
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Pretty empty so far. Gin kept his flashlight trained on the area in front of them and trusted Ran enough to watch their backs and the new girl as well. It was still fairly early in the night, so he hadn't even caught the scent of blood, at least not in this direction.
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Just because she wasn’t able to make use of her full potential, she’d still try to be useful in what ways she could. Hopefully the night would work out without her lack of equipment becoming too much of a problem, either.
She fell into line, making an acknowledging noise at Gin’s joke. At least she thought it was supposed to be a joke. It was hard to tell.
“The weapons you had were made here, right? Do you have an idea of who I should talk to about getting one too?” she spoke into the darkness, keeping her voice pitched at a cautious low. She’d been thinking about it on and off all day, and now more than ever, it seemed like she’d have to seriously consider finding a primary weapon for herself, for when what small knifes and things she was sure she could pick up wouldn’t be enough. The idea of just posting a request to the bulletin board in the morning felt a bit rude.
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Rangiku sorted softly at Gin's sarcasm, amused by it even if she probably shouldn't be. Some people found the monsters a terrifying proposition after all. She followed them along the corridor, keeping her attention mainly on her surroundings, listening intently for anything which might have decided to sneak up on them.
She turned her attention to Tsubaki when she asked the question, nodding at the younger woman. "Yes. There are alchemists here who can create them. Try talking to the cooking club. They seem to be the ones making the majority of them at the moment."
She turned her attention back to the area around them, frowning slightly as a sense of wrongness overcame her. She closed her eyes and finally it hit her. Her eyes widened in horror and she stumbled forward from the sheer shock of it. "Renji... Taicho..." Their reiatsu, it was weak, worryingly so. "Gin... they're..." she said, looking up at the other shinigami.
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Should they head over to check on the other shinigami or continue with their mission? That was entirely up to Ran. She probably wanted comfort and human kindness and those... those were feelings in which he was truly lacking.
"Hnn..." he said quietly, just so she knew he understood. He glanced over at Tsubaki, fairly certain she didn't know just what was going on, but hoping she would give Ran a moment to collect herself.
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"I--" But Tsubaki didn't get any father than that, having looked back and seen the stricken look on Matsumoto's face. The girl automatically reached out for her at the stumble, a small gasp escaping her. What...? Taicho? Wasn't that Matsumoto's captain?
Tsubaki didn't have the same level of soul perception. Had something happened to them?
Biting her lower lip, she looked at Ichimaru, too, then back at Matsumoto. It wasn't her decision, but if there was a battle going on...
"Is everybody all right?" she asked softly.
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At that moment, she really hated having to do the right thing and hated Soul Society for making her think that way.
"We'll continue with our mission," she said, hex expression hardening as she moved to the front of the group, slipping ahead into the darkness.
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The tunnels of the prison widened, giving her the faintest outlines of the numerous somethings that littered the halls. Up. River's eyes honed in on the stairwell leading up, and her feet carried her desperately.
Up. Up meant away.
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It was about time he started working off those pancakes. He could sprint like a marathon runner with just smokes to fuel him but in the absence of matches or flaming salamanders to light them with, real food would have to do.
The mafia wasn't on his tail this time so he just focused on not running into people or things that would eat him along the way.
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